Chapter 27 Mia
Dressed in all black, we pulled up in the back of the brothel in the blacked-out Escalade.
The back alley was dark and dreary, just like the mood.
Me, Titan and our parents hopped out of the cars while Quaid stayed behind to tap the cameras and security.
DaVinchi was behind us in an empty passenger van, just in case we had to get some girls out.
Everybody else was back at the house learning who JacQues DuPont was. According to Nolan, he had just arrived at dinner with his family for his daughter’s birthday. If we were going to make our first move, now was the time.
“Cameras are down and so is the security system,” Quaid said in the earpiece. “It’s a go.”
“Bet,” I said.
We all pulled on our ski masks and gloves before entering the building’s back door with guns drawn. The halls were illuminated with dim red lighting. The overpowering scent of incense filled the space. I could hear moans coming from several of the rooms as we passed the doors.
“I want everybody out of here,” I told our parents. “We’re going for that bitch.”
They nodded, and we split up. I led Titan up the back stairs to where the office was. As we neared the landing, the scent of weed invaded my nostrils. I could hear a woman talking.
Titan and I each took a side of the door and knocked.
“I’ll call you back. One of these bitches are about to work my nerve.”
A few seconds later, the door opened.
“What the fuck do you wa—”
Titan placed the gun to her head. “Scream and your brains are gonna be all over this fucking floor. Back up, bitch.”
She nodded frantically as we backed her into the room and closed the door.
Titan pulled off his backpack and grabbed what he needed to tie her to the chair.
I just stared at her, my jaw twitching. I’d really tried to help this bitch.
Here I was thinking she was a victim, and the whole time, she was working with the opp.
She’d cried and thanked me for getting her out of this shithole. Gave me a whole sob ass story about being here against her will for years. What pissed me off more than her being the op was the fact that she had played in my face. The bitch deserved an Academy Award for that performance.
“Please don’t hurt me,” she begged, falling into a seat with her hands raised.
While I trained my gun on Jazmine, Titan grabbed her arms and secured them behind her back.
“Whatever money is here, you can have it. It’s in the safe. The code is—”
She was cut off when I punched her in the mouth. Her head snapped back and when she looked at us, her mouth was leaking.
“We don’t want your fucking money,” I spat.
Jazmine trembled in fear as tears slipped down her cheeks.
I giggled. “You’re dead, bitch.”
“Please! I’ll do anything you want!”
“I’m sure you’re used to that line, aren’t you?
” I asked, stooping in front of her. “Tell me, on average, how many dicks do you take a night? Or is it different now that you’re the madam?
I can’t see JacQues letting his bottom bitch have special treatment, so I assume you’re still fucking for money. ”
At the mention of JacQues’ name, Jazmine’s eyes widened.
“JacQues?”
“You know? Your boss.”
Her eyes shifted. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I took this place over for Miranda Devereaux.”
I shook my head. “No. No, you didn’t. Because I took it over after I killed that nasty bitch.”
I pulled off my skullcap, showing Jazmine my face. Her eyes widened.
“You…”
“Me.”
“JacQues said you were dead.”
I laughed. That was the story my mother had put out. After I came to, she told me they were on high alert in the hospital. Someone had come there on JacQues’ behalf looking for “Celeste”. They told the staff that he was her brother. Once they heard she was dead, they left the hospital.
“Yet here I am,” I said, standing. “Your grandmother never told you it’s hard to kill a fool? I’m not all the way there in the head and neither is my husband. I can keep my crazy under wraps, but him? He’s gonna crash out every time.”
Titan chuckled. “Only ‘bout you, mamas.”
I smiled. “He’s just being modest. You should thank him and my father for sparing your life for a few extra hours. I was ready to fuck you up as soon as I touched down, but they said I needed a nap. Crazy, right?”
Jazmine looked at me like she wasn’t sure she should respond.
“I asked you a fucking question!” I yelled.
“Y-yeah. That’s crazy. But naps are good. Gives you time to calm down and think about things—”
“Did I ask you all that?”
“N-no. Please! I don’t wanna die!”
“That’s too damn bad. I tried to help you and every woman here against their will, and you went back and told JacQues what I was doing. How long have you been working with him?”
“I—I don’t—I’m not—”
“How long!”
“Three years!” Tears streamed down her face as she confessed. “Miranda introduced us. She said I had an opportunity to make more money if I managed the girls she brought in. I kept them in line. Booked their Johns. Sometimes I got to handpick the girls.”
“Did you know their story?”
She nodded. “I overheard them talking a few times.”
“And you decided it was a good idea to help those two sell these women’s bodies? Sick bitch.”
“I’m not sick! I just… the money was good. Too good to pass up.”
I slapped her. “These women weren’t a means for you to make a come up!”
Jazmine spit out blood and looked up at me with fire in her eyes.
“If I didn’t do it, somebody else would have.
It wouldn’t have mattered if it was me or another girl.
The job would have been done. Loyalty goes a long way with Miranda and JacQues.
You not only fucked up his money, but you fucked up mine.
” She smirked. The fear she once had was gone.
“He made me the Madam after he thought he killed you. I’ve been bringing in more money the last couple months than Miranda had in years because I know what men want.
I let them live out their darkest fantasies with my girls, and they pay very well for that. ”
“And you’re proud of that shit?” Titan asked.
She looked at him and rolled her eyes. “Oh please. I’ve been selling pussy since I was sixteen.
Niggas never cared about my reasonings. All they saw was a pretty face, a fat ass, and that good shit between my legs.
You think they gave a fuck about morals?
” She looked him up and down. “You look like you’d be a very loyal customer. Tell me, what’s your darkest fantasy?”
Titan chuckled. “My dick gets hard every time I watch my wife kill a bitch. Don’t tempt me, ‘cause I’ll put a hot one in your head, then fuck her right next to your dead body and shoot my load on your fucking face.”
I laughed. “Calm down, baby.” I turned to Jazmine. “Sorry, he gets a little excited when he knows he’s gonna get some pussy after. Now, what am I gonna do with you? I know JacQues is coming to see you later, so I want to leave him a nice little surprise.”
She shrugged. “Do what you have to do.”
“Fine by me.”
I moved to Titan’s backpack to grab my tools, but she stopped me.
“No! Wait!”
I turned back to her curiously.
“I don’t wanna die. We can work this out. I—I can take you to him.”
“I don’t need you to take me to him. I have plenty of eyes on that rat bastard.”
“I’ll leave town! You don’t ever have to see me again.”
“And I won’t.”
I dug through the backpack until I found the scissors. Rounding the front of Jazmine, I cut the skimpy dress she wore straight up the front. Not so surprising, she wasn’t wearing anything beneath it.
“You’re just an easy access bitch all around, huh?” I asked.
“You don’t have to do this! You don’t have to do this, please!”
“Tape her fucking mouth,” I told Titan. “She had all that smoke earlier, but wants to beg now?”
He pulled out the duct tape and ripped off a piece.
She moved her head frantically as he approached her.
Fed up with her shit, I grabbed her by the throat to hold her still while he covered her mouth.
Releasing her, I stepped over to the bag and grabbed the machete and sharpener.
The sound of the blade scraping made me excited.
It had been so long since I got to really put my skills to use and this bitch was about to be my first victim.
“You ever been cut, Jazmine?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“It’s something about cutting through flesh. The key is having a sharp knife. Makes it glide like butter.”
Before she could blink, I slid the machete across both her wrists. She let out a muffled scream as the blood began to pour. The sight of it made a smile spread across my face.
“See what I mean?”
She looked at me with pleading eyes through her tears.
“It’s people like you, Miranda, and JacQues that make my job worth it. You wanna sell your pussy, go right ahead. But you don’t get to govern anyone else’s body.” I got close to her face. “You don’t get to take away anybody’s right to say no. For that, you have to die.”
She gave muffled screams as I carved the word “vengeance” into her arm. When I was done, I grabbed her by the throat and held her steady.
“This might hurt, but don’t worry, I’m gonna put you out of your misery.”
Her eyes widened as I rammed the machete into her sided and slowly drug it across, cutting her open.
“Shhhh… it’s almost over,” I whispered in her ear as I yanked it from her insides.
Her eyes fluttered as blood poured from her and onto the floor. Just before the last bit of life drained from her, I grabbed her hair and slid the machete across her throat from ear to ear, ending her for good.
Taking a step back, I admired my handiwork.
“You feeling better?” Titan asked.
“Slightly.”
I picked up a few tissues from the desk and wiped the blade of the knife off before tossing it back in the backpack.
“Come on. Leave her for him to find later.”
We pulled our masks back on and left the office to head downstairs. Our parents were waiting at the bottom with a group of five women who looked like they’d seen better days. Most of them were beaten and bruised. I looked at my father.
“These were some of the trafficked girls,” he explained.
“You checked?” I asked.
“Quaid ran their names in the database. All of them have been reported missing for six months or more.”
I nodded. “The Johns?”
“Dead,” my mother answered. “Sick fucks.”
“You’re safe now,” I said to the girls. “Nobody is gonna hurt you again. Mama, can you ride with Vinchi to drop them off at the police station?”
“I got you, baby. Come on, girls.”
The women all looked around, tears streaming down their faces.
“Thank you,” one whispered. “Thank you.”
My mother and Mrs. DeLuca led them out the back with my father-in-law trailing behind them.
“You good?” my father asked.
I shook my head. “I won’t be good until JacQues is dead. I left him a little present.”
He sighed. “Well, come on. Let’s get back to the house. I’m sure we have a lot to unpack when we get there.”
I nodded and walked ahead of him and Titan. Tonight was the first of several nights of mayhem to come. I just hoped JacQues was ready for the war he’d started.